Rider did not give Shinji a pleasant look. She stood by the bed without moving a single step from beginning to end, her expression never changing, always icy cold, like a corpse.
—Until Shinji raised his right hand and showed her the wet stains on it.
Rider was picked up and tossed onto the bed, yet she still did not say a word. She merely faced Shinji with that slightly flushed but still icy, expressionless face.
"How did you know I'd suddenly become interested in quiet characters lately?"
Shinji was puzzled, but he did not think much of it.
"Keep it up. I like it."
To Rider's ears, those words were an unmistakable order.
But what could she do?
She was just a Servant who could be toyed with by her Master, unable to resist and only able to endure whatever came her way—a member of the disadvantaged class!
"Hmm?"
Just as Shinji was about to gamble the lives of hundreds of millions of descendants with the Servant who had come to challenge him and have a fierce battle on their exclusive battlefield, he suddenly noticed something else.
Sensing a foreign presence, thin as a needle, pierce through his barrier and slowly head straight for his room, Shinji did not hesitate for even a moment.
"Rider, disappear for now."
Rider froze at his words.
Meow meow meow??? We're not doing it anymore???
Materialized in a corner outside the Matou Residence, Rider watched as Shinji, his acting flawless and his expression vacant, silently and uncontrollably drifted in a certain direction under the pull of several thin threads floating through the air.
Even from far away, Rider could recognize Caster's stench on those threads!
Tch! That disgusting witch!
For some reason, Rider suddenly found herself wholeheartedly agreeing with Bazett's plan to